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When your not here it hurts
like a pain that wont stop
it drains my life source away
leaving my dead and dry on the inside
you step off the plpane
into my arms
i am alive again
you say your almost done
doing what must be done
but it doesnt matter to me
i will dry up and die waiting for you
even when your done
you wont come here
you'll be there
doing something else that must be done
and i will wither and die
while you dont even cry..


--an orginal by me